Northstar Vale Wandering Child

Strength of the mind...
Then perhaps that is why her heart had led her here. A mind conflicted, torn and tugged by two branches adjoined to different trees was not hard of will. Confusion and uncertainty still drip, drip, dripped into every crevice of her conscious thought; her mother right, her mother wrong - the question of whether everything ever thought to know from her moment of birth was fable or reality.

The values of this land could serve the lack her own, certainly, she thought.

"To become is what I seek, surely. A mind will be yours to carve, for I am lost within woods of conflict and deceit."

Her tone, displaying not a single emotion, danced on a soft gust of snow-touched wind that brought speckles of white and cold upon her pelt, dappling her darkened face in the stars themselves, to little reaction. Prophecy stood solid, awaiting the light-wolf's instruction, though she pondered, perhaps, she desired an introduction; that is how one greets an acquaintance, correct?
In display of untuned social experience, without proper segue the she-wolf opened her maw and spoke:

"I cannot give you a means of address, for I am unnamed. A pack beyond summoned this wolf as "prophecy," you are permissed to do also, if desired."